Kell feels all sorts of things at the end. Most of them he cannot even name. Some of them scary, but most of them wonderful. All blur into cold exhaustion that starts setting in, then Jesper's laughter breaks it warming him right up.

"Then there's two of us. I've surprised myself."

He lifts Jesper gently, he no more pulls out as simply lets his limp cock slip out. Both of them freed, they can lie down to rest. Jesper's suggestion that they do even more stirs hunger inside of him, but its flame doesn't win with exhaustion just yet. He needs rest to let the flame grow.

"I'm afraid I might need a tad longer than fifteen."

He pats down the tangled sheets until he finds it. The silver coin turned cock ring, fishes it out from the fabric, turning it in his fingers. With a bit of magic, and a sly smile, he etches thin, spidery letters inside the silver band - property of k.m. - making sure it stays as smooth as it was regardless of the addition.

Kell takes Jesper hand, puts the ring on his palm and closes his fingers around it. Then turns it around and kisses the back of his hand before releasing it.

"I want you to keep it."